It’s Gonna Be Alright

Greg Powell's Down to Earth Bible Talk Podcast for Explorers

Poem Launching Down to Earth Bible Talk From sermon ‘The Good News Inside the Bad News’ Jeremiah 29:11 Fear not the terrors of night Schemes of devil parasites Pandemic blues and money tight Death dealers our nations plight Killing provoked from lies they write But you got might of Christ light Jesus One Love acolytes Radical compassion acts/ the good […]

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Give It A Try

One Love suggestion by Greg Powell

Just give it a try Won’t you give it a try World closing in with constrictions Seem like no better days ahead Make you give up your convictions And bury your soul for dead But I got a better suggestion For a world pressed down in depression One Love the way to progression Open our hearts to Jah soul impression […]

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Mother’s Glory

Mother's Glory, a poem by Greg Powell to his favorite mother

Love so profound it’s umbilical Cord of life, of beauty so lyrical Transcending pain and death mystical Moments and memories sweetly whimsical Shared heartbeat drumming musical Tears that drip joys not tragical Eyes glisten with peace spell magical Got mother in spirit and mother by my side Couldn’t imagine the trip when she was my bride She became mother before […]

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Gethsemane Preacher on a Saturday Night

Gethsemane Preacher on a Saturday Night by Greg Powell

preacher strains, sweat dripping like Jesus’ garden blood. somebody help him with a shout praise or life lifted out hell. preacher no pimp. he love the folk, all their sadness gladness badness madness, his cross to bear in midnight hour when he prays, sweats out blood, face embedded in carpet and clasping hands, for their souls and his own. begs […]

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Black Love in Inner Space

Black Love in Inner Space for Deborah Powell

For My Forever I don’t take it for granted These moments earth Rotations minutes moments Years and sunrises like now In dim light of cold morning The rise of your sleeping breast Comfort me with blessings Of a new day a new sun Rise and anticipation of open Eyes greeting mine: good morning Baby, thankful for more of this Good […]

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New Widow’s Song of Faith

New Widow's Song of Faith - Hueman Poetry by Greg Powell

The bed, white sheet over my head Is not your casket, but it’s cold now. canvas of precious memories Soaking into my skin. I live within Them now, without you, gone baby gone To wherever sad place heaven is, For you must be grieving me too. Here, these tears, and offering to God Of heaven and the hell of lonely […]

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Psalm of Uplift

Greg Powell's Psalm of Uplift a poem dedicated to women

Lift handbag of regretful weight From sturdy shoulders Beloved, Shuddering in dance of tears Beneath strength profile. You got Enough weight to negotiate, Enough faith in your feet to press Against headwinds and jagged road, Migration through daily wilderness To your dreams. Ease into now Where peace and power reside. Within you is the fruit bearing seed Of your regrets. […]

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Fists, Bullets and Blood

Fists Bullets and Blood, a poem of uplift to my brothers by Greg Powell

Brother, I know rage like lava In dormant volcano pressed down By four centuries of stone stresses To explosions only we can feel, and Women we love and children we seed And community we embody, scarred by misdirected fists and bullets and blood. I say to you dying is a waste of life Rage inchoate is a waste of love […]

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Fragments of a Dream

Banner for Poem by Greg Powell - Fragments of a Dream

For Martin Luther King, Jr. Jagged edges. Broken echoes. dream shards of holy war assault senses in fitful sleep. Chaotic visions run arpeggios down passage streams of days. I remember Martin, strident prophesying song weathered dim and distant in nebulous rust of years. Dream fragments resuscitate voices/ broken echoes from mausoleums of long time gone. they rise, singing songs of […]

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Communion on Broken Rocks

Poem-Communion on Broken Rocks by Greg Powell

depression had me bound. I didn’t know what to do/ yearned for nothing. walked the lakefront, edge of jagged rocks and risen waters enraged by winds manifest from cloudless sky. contemplating swim to the other side or to nothing at all. in my head, a scream to God carried away by winds and waves before reaching His ears. will chilled […]

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